You found me kneeling before his grave.
Flowers placed with such grace.
I must be drowning in distress.
Can feel my heart wants to leap outta my chest.
Where was our farewell?
This life ain’t no wishing well.

I was a Child under his Wing.
He was a Hard-working Man.
The kind with Dirt on His Hands.
He was an Honest Man,
Here lies an Honest Man.

He taught me to Lead my own Path.
Shed a Light upon what I Lack.
No Regrets, or turning Back.

I was a Child under his Wing.
He was a Hard-working Man.
The kind with Dirt on His Hands.
He was an Honest Man,
Here lies an Honest Man.

With a wink so wise,
and an old wrinkled smile he’d say:
“Darling, y’know I’ve made mistakes.
But thankfully the Lord looks after Fools like me.”

I was a Child under his Wing.
He was a Hard-working Man.
The kind with Dirt on His Hands.
He was an Honest Man,
Here lies an Honest Man.
Here Lies an Honest Man